Give And Take - Poem
It's all about give and take?
I give you take, I give you take?
Then what'd be left of me
Nothing left, soon I'll beSo I have to leave
Before I die as I give
I want to be free
And stay happy- Bee
My Reflection
Every time I talked to my boss I have to fight back my tears. I felt like resigning each time. I murmured somewhat about him but then I told myself to persevere, to give my boss another chance, to complete the project I like to do.
But now, after knowing so much about the type of boss I had (never keep his words, a slave driver, enjoys humiliating other to boost his ego, unreasonable, hypocrite, etc) I really feel like resigning. I have reached my tolerance level. I guess I will just prepare my letter and give it to him when the time comes.
I am very drained and tired now...
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